//------------------------------// // Track 5. // Story: Mirror-shades // by Owlor //------------------------------// Track 5. I was becoming scared of my own parties. The crowd was longing for harsher hits, and when my music couldn't provide, they turned to chemicals. The mindless, arrhythmic movements of the crowd reminded me of something from a horror movie. Shambling zombies, surrounding the warehouse, screaming for brains... I requested a DJ Booth high above the crowd reinforced with plexi-glass where I could hide. But I had no connection to the crowd any more, I could just as well sit in my own apartment, digging trough crates and playing tracks for my own ears and nopony else’s. The lights was coming on in Clopernicus. Two spotlights searched around the dance-hall and then tilted upwards to illuminate the DJ booth. But the world famous DJ Pon3 wasn't there and a murmur spread trough the crowd. I was on a ferry to San Flanksisco, leaning further and further over the ledge. I didn't have a single thought in my head and the sea-breeze was calling me. A little further out, the air was so cold and so sweet. A little further out... “By Celestia, ma'am, are you trying to kill yourself? Keep your hooves and heads inside the ledge, for everypony's safety!” a sailor ordered and I snapped out of it. He smiled warmly at me when I complied to his request and I could see him think: If we lost the great DJ-pon3, it'd be such a PR-disaster. “Maybe you should get some rest?” he suggested. “The captain wants to have you by her table this evening.” “Yeah, yeah... evening...” I muttered while I dragged myself to my cabin. I slept from the afternoon to three o clock, trough several attempts to wake me up.